Web of Desire

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Talk about tight,’ she heard a distant voice say through the mist of her blown mind.

  ‘The slut took a double cunt-fucking,’ someone breathed.

  ‘Next time we’ll give her a double arse-fucking.’

  Delirious in the aftermath of her gruelling ordeal, Mandy was oblivious to her surroundings as the men dressed. A crumpled heap of female flesh, she lay on the floor trembling uncontrollably as sperm oozed from the abused holes between her splayed thighs. She didn’t hear the men leave the flat. Unsure whether she’d been sleeping or not, she finally hauled her naked body up and flopped into the armchair. The phone rang.

  ‘It’s me,’ Paula said. ‘How are things?’

  ‘Oh, er … hi,’ Mandy stammered. ‘I’m … I’m fine.’

  ‘Are you sure? You sound different.’

  ‘I’ve had three men here this evening. Needless to say, I’m worn out.’

  ‘Three men? God, Mandy. Where do you find all these men?’

  ‘It was Gary and two teenage friends of his. God, what a session.’

  ‘I wish I’d been there. Why didn’t you invite me round? If you’re having an orgy, I’d …’

  ‘I didn’t know until the last minute. Anyway, I thought you had more than enough men on the go?’

  ‘Yes, yes, that’s right. But I’d have loved to have joined in.’

  ‘Next time, maybe.’

  ‘I’m phoning because I have the day off. I thought I might come round for a chat over coffee.’

  ‘Yes, that’s fine. Just give me half an hour to shower and dress.’

  ‘Great, I’ll see you soon.’

  Replacing the receiver, Mandy looked down at the inflamed lips of her hairless pussy, the deluge of sperm flowing from the aching sheath of her inflamed vagina. She’d beaten Paula hands down, she thought as she climbed the stairs to the bathroom. Paula was nothing more than an office worker with no car and no money. It was a great shame that the girl had lied, she thought as she stepped into the shower and washed the spunk from her young body. They’d been friends at school, and that friendship could have continued if she hadn’t … They might as well remain friends, Mandy decided.

  After her shower, Mandy dressed in a miniskirt and T-shirt, went downstairs and filled the kettle. There was no need to let Paula know that her lies had been discovered. There was no point in causing a rift between them. Answering the door and leading the girl into the kitchen, Mandy poured the coffee and sat opposite her at the table. Paula looked tired, she thought as she asked her what she’d been up to. More late nights? Or too many nights home alone, drinking wine?

  ‘Nothing much,’ Paula said softly. ‘I’ve just been working hard, as usual.’

  ‘I must come and see where you work,’ Mandy said, smiling at her. ‘You’ll have to show me round the place.’

  ‘Yes, I … I’m pretty busy what with board meetings and … The car outside … Has Jackie been here?’

  ‘What car?’ Mandy murmured, forgetting that the Mercedes was parked outside.

  ‘I thought I saw Jackie’s car in the street. I must have been mistaken.’

  ‘She hasn’t been here, Paula. Talking of Jackie, what’s she like? I mean, does she have her own flat or—’

  ‘She’s never said much about her private life,’ Paula cut in. ‘She never mentions her home or family. I have asked about it, but she just clams up. Maybe she’s hiding something.’

  ‘Has she talked about being a lesbian? I remember you saying that you’d had sex with her.’

  ‘Yes, we … we did have a fling. Why all these questions about Jackie?’

  ‘I’m intrigued, Paula. I’m mean, it’s not every day you meet a real-life lesbian.’

  ‘She’s a funny girl, keeps herself to herself. I think she must have money because her car … It’s only an old car, but …’

  ‘I thought I saw her driving a Mercedes the other day,’ Mandy said, waiting for the other girl’s reaction.

  ‘Yes, she … she borrows my car on the odd occasion.’

  ‘I’d like to meet her again. I only saw her once, when she brought the money round, but she seemed nice. You’ll have to take us out in your Mercedes one evening. We could all go to that pub down by the river.’

  ‘You don’t want to bother with Jackie,’ Paula said, forcing a giggle.

  ‘But you were the one who wanted me to meet her.’

  ‘Yes, well … I just thought that you might enjoy a little lesbian sex with her. She has a lovely body but, to be honest, she’s boring.’

  ‘I think I’ll meet her again anyway,’ Mandy persisted. ‘She was only here for a few minutes, so I don’t know what she’s like. She did seem quite chatty. I think I’ll call into your office and see her.’

  ‘No, no … she’s leaving at the end of this week. Going abroad, I think. Let’s not talk about her. Tell me about these three guys.’

  ‘There’s nothing to tell, really,’ Mandy said, concealing a grin. ‘Three guys, three cocks … Nothing to write home about. Going back to Jackie …’

  ‘God, not again,’ Paula sighed.

  ‘Lesbian sex intrigues me. I’d like to … well, I’d like to try it.’

  ‘Well, I’m here,’ Paula said, with a giggle. ‘I’m game for anything.’

  Wishing she’d kept her mouth shut, Mandy thought that Paula must have been joking. She didn’t really want lesbian sex, did she? But perhaps Paula was a lesbian? She didn’t seem to have much luck with men, and she’d talked about Jackie in the past, so … Mandy tried to imagine what it would be like to feel Paula’s tongue lapping at her wet vaginal entrance. It would certainly bring a new aspect to their friendship. The trouble with Paula was that she’d told so many lies that Mandy didn’t know what to believe any more. Deciding to call her bluff, she grinned.

  ‘OK,’ she said, finishing her coffee and leaving the table. ‘Come into the lounge and teach me about lesbian sex.’

  ‘What, now?’ Paula breathed, her eyes wide.

  ‘Yes, why not? I’ve just had a shower and my pussy is smooth and bald, so come and play with me.’

  ‘Well, I …’

  ‘Come on, Paula. We’ve both had lesbian sex before. You’re the one with real experience, so teach me.’

  Paula followed Mandy into the lounge, her expression pained as she glanced at her watch. She wasn’t going to get out of this, Mandy thought. She’d lied about everything, and she was probably lying about having had lesbian sex. Now she was going to have to prove herself. Mandy didn’t particularly want the other girl licking between her thighs, but she looked upon it as a moment of truth. Slipping her panties down, she sat in the armchair with her legs open and her skirt pulled up over her stomach.

  ‘Well?’ she breathed, smiling at Paula. ‘That’s what you’re into, isn’t it?’

  ‘I don’t have a great deal of time,’ the girl murmured, staring wide-eyed at Mandy’s shaved outer lips, her tightly closed sex crack.

  ‘If I remember correctly, you said that you enjoy a wet pussy now and then. Do you remember saying that when you were here?’

  ‘Yes, yes, I do. It’s just that …’

  ‘Give me a quick licking, Paula. Just for five minutes, OK?’

  As the girl knelt in fron to her, Mandy moved forward in the armchair and positioned her firm buttocks over the edge of the cushion. Paula had tripped over her own lies, she mused. Owning a successful business, a new Mercedes, having a string of men chasing after her, and then saying that she enjoyed a wet pussy now and then … she’d got herself into a corner, and she couldn’t back out.

  Parting the fleshy lips of her vulva and exposing her creamy-wet sex hole, Mandy felt no shame or embarrassment. She was used to sex now, crude sex with both men and a girl. Exposing the most private part of her young body, she felt her arousal heighten, her juices of lesbian desire flowing from her open hole. Paula’s eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open, as she gazed at Mandy’s blatantly displayed pussy. There was no way ou
t of this, Mandy thought again. If the girl was going to retain any credibility, she was going to have to commit the lesbian sex act.

  Paula moved forward, her eyes squeezed shut as she planted a kiss on Mandy’s hairless mons. Poking her tongue out and tentatively licking the swollen outer lips of Mandy’s vagina, she mumbled something about the time. Mandy’s arousal was running high, though, and she ignored Paula’s comment. Holding Paula’s head and forcing her mouth hard against her own open sex flesh, Mandy let out a gasp of pleasure. Paula licked the pinken folds of Mandy’s inner lips, her tongue delving into her tight vaginal sheath as Mandy writhed and gasped in the armchair.

  This was definitely Paula’s first taste of lesbian sex, Mandy thought as she gazed at the girl’s closed eyes. Why did she have to tell so many lies? Swivelling her hips and aligning the swollen bud of her clitoris with Paula’s wet mouth, she ordered her to suck. Paula complied, pressing her lips against the wet flesh surrounding Mandy’s clitoris and sucking hard. She wouldn’t have to lie about licking a girl’s pussy now, Mandy reflected as her clitoris swelled in the girl’s hot mouth.

  ‘Suck my clit hard,’ Mandy breathed as she neared her orgasm. ‘And finger my tight little cunt.’ Her crude words sent her arousal soaring and she gripped the arms of the chair as her reluctant lesbian lover thrust two fingers deep into her contracting vagina and repeatedly swept her wet tongue over the swollen tip of her sensitive clitoris. ‘More fingers,’ Mandy gasped, arching her back as the birth of her orgasm stirred deep within her young womb. ‘I’m coming. Finger-fuck my cunt harder. I’m … I’m coming.’

  Her pleasure erupting, her young body shaking uncontrollably, Mandy had never dreamed that she’d be licked and sucked to orgasm by her old school friend. The day Paula had pulled up at the bus stop and given her a lift, she’d never have believed that her life was about to change so dramatically. Her pussy milk spewing over the girl’s hand as she repeatedly rammed her fingers deep into her spasming vagina, Mandy writhed and whimpered in the grip of her lesbian-induced climax. Her lower stomach rising and falling jerkily, her eyes rolling, her thighs twitching, she cried out as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to its core.

  Her pleasure finally began to fade and she looked down at Paula, the girl’s full red lips pressed hard against the pink flesh surrounding Mandy’s deflating clitoris. Had she enjoyed it? she wondered dreamily as Paula’s fingers left her vaginal sheath with a sucking sound. Paula raised her head and licked her lips as she gazed at the sheer pleasure evident on Mandy’s flushed face. Paula was good, Mandy thought. But not as good as Jackie.

  ‘That was heaven,’ Mandy breathed softly as the other girl rose to her feet and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. ‘Did you enjoy it?’

  ‘Yes,’ Paula murmured, forcing a smile.

  ‘We must do it again. Come round this evening, and I’ll suck your clit to an orgasm so intense that you’ll pass out.’

  ‘I … I can’t this evening. I’m … I’m seeing Henry.’

  ‘Tomorrow, then,’ Mandy persisted.

  ‘Yes, maybe. Look, I have to go. I’ll ring you, OK?’

  ‘Yes, ring me and we’ll arrange a lesbian sex evening.’

  ‘I have to go,’ Paula repeated.

  As Paula left, Mandy hauled her quivering body out of the chair and slipped her panties back on. Three cocks, she thought as she went into the dining room and sat at her computer. Three cocks, and then sex with another girl. It had been an interesting day so far. But now she had work to do. She could feel her clitoris swelling again, her juices of desire oozing between her inner lips, and she knew that she had to stop thinking about sex. Hoping that Jackie wouldn’t come round before the evening, Mandy set to work on the web site.

  Ten

  JACKIE TURNED UP at six o’clock, beaming as she flung her arms around Mandy and kissed her full lips passionately. Mandy breathed in the girl’s perfume and absorbed the warmth of her teenage body as they embraced. She still hadn’t come to a decision, she reflected, her heart racing as Jackie’s wet tongue slipped deep into her mouth. Tasting her saliva, she closed her eyes and wondered about the future for the umpteenth time. She was going to have to decide one way or the other, she knew as their lips finally separated.

  ‘Come to my house,’ Jackie said, her blue eyes sparkling lustfully.

  ‘What, now?’ Mandy asked her.

  ‘Yes, now. I had a long chat with my dad last night.’

  ‘Oh? Is everything all right?’

  ‘Yes, yes. You work from home, right?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Dad got some men round to my house today. They’ve made a … Come with me now, and I’ll show you.’

  Taking the car keys from the hall table and passing them to Jackie, Mandy grabbed her bag and followed the girl through the front door. It seemed that Jackie and her father were making plans for the future, but Mandy didn’t want to be pressurised or pushed into something that she might regret later. She’d had a good day working on the web site and the job would be finished well ahead of schedule. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardise her business.

  Sitting next to Jackie in the Mercedes, Mandy thought again about David. He was going to be hurt, she knew. He was going to feel the pain and desolation she’d felt when John had left her for a slut. David was getting on in years, and the chances of him finding a young girl were remote. The last thing Mandy wanted to do was hurt him, but she knew that he’d feel the pain of love lost at some stage.

  Taking the car up a long drive and pulling up outside a large detached house, Jackie switched the engine off and climbed out. Mandy followed her to the front door, trying to take in the sheer size of the vast front garden. It was incredible to think that a girl of eighteen should own such a property, she thought as she followed Jackie into the large hall. She must have a gardener, a housekeeper and …

  ‘This way,’ Jackie said, bounding up the large staircase. ‘I’ll show you the surprise.’

  ‘God,’ Mandy gasped as she followed the girl into a large room and looked around her. ‘It’s amazing. But why a plush office like this?’

  ‘It’s your office,’ Jackie replied. ‘There’s the computer, the telephone, and there’s a TV and hi-fi …’

  ‘My office?’ Mandy breathed.

  ‘If you decide to move in with me you’ll need somewhere to work. Dad had it all fitted out today. What do you think?’

  ‘Well, it’s amazing,’ Mandy breathed, sitting in the executive swivel chair at the desk. ‘It must have cost a fortune.’

  ‘Dad only has the best. Everything is new, from the carpet to the desk and … Do you like it? Will you be able to work here?’

  ‘God, yes. Pens, paper, a coffee pot … You’ve thought of everything.’

  ‘If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.’

  ‘Jackie, I … I don’t know what to say.’

  ‘Don’t say anything. There’s no rush, so take your time and let me know when you’ve come to a decision. Now, come and take a look at our bedroom. Sorry, my bedroom. It won’t be ours until you … Come and take a look.’

  Following the girl out of the room and along the huge landing, Mandy knew that her decision should be based on Jackie as a person, not on the money she had. Her decision also depended on the lifestyle she wanted. Three men, three cocks, sex with Henry, David and … Or, a life of lesbian sex with Jackie. Lesbian sex, and love? Jackie was beautiful, but Mandy had only just met her and didn’t really know her.

  ‘The bed,’ Jackie announced proudly, waving her hand at the king-size double bed.

  ‘Wow, it’s big enough for four people,’ Mandy gasped.

  ‘I was going to talk to you about that.’

  ‘What, four people in one bed?’

  Jackie sat in the armchair by the window and smiled. ‘I know that you’ve had men friends,’ she began as Mandy sat on the edge of the bed. ‘And you might still need men for certain things. I’m a lesbian, throu
gh and through, and I don’t want or need men. Apart from my dad, that is. I love him very much and … The point is, what do you want?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ Mandy sighed. ‘That’s the trouble, I just don’t know.’

  ‘OK, here’s the deal, as my dad would say. When you move in … if you move in with me, and you feel that you need a fling with a man, then go ahead.’

  ‘But … Jackie, I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t cheat on you.’

  ‘Don’t look on it as cheating. Anyway, it won’t be cheating if you tell me that you’re going to meet a man. Look, I don’t want you to commit yourself and then regret it later and destroy my life by leaving me.’

  ‘But I couldn’t …’

  ‘I’ve given this a lot of thought, Mandy. How about a cooling-off period? A sort of probation period where, say, after a month or two, you decide one way or the other. After all, you don’t even know whether you’ll like living with me, let alone still want men.’

  ‘I don’t want a month,’ Mandy said. ‘I don’t want a probation period. Just give me twenty-four hours.’

  ‘Is that all?’

  ‘Yes, that’s all. I’ve had two long-term relationships, and they both ended in tears. I’ve recently been asked by a man who’s old enough to be my father to move in with him and become his partner.’

  ‘Oh, I … I didn’t realise.’

  ‘I’ve known him all my life. However, I’m not moving in with him because I don’t love him.’

  ‘So I’m top of the list?’ Jackie asked her expectantly.

  ‘I’ve been seeing three men – all three together, if you see what I mean?’

  ‘I’m bottom of the list.’

  ‘But I don’t want to carry on like that.’

  ‘Top of the list, again.’

  ‘Earlier today, I had sex with Paula.’

  ‘Back to the bottom.’